night 10 (december 27-28)

I was in Paris, visiting a friend. He was telling me that there was this certain metro stop he had never been too, so we went there. It ended up being right in front of Notre Dame. (note: there is no actual metro stop in that spot)

We get out and then played around in front of Notre Dame. Some girl is taking pictures of us. Then, we see some of his friends. I introduce myself to one of them.

"Bonjour. Je m'appelle Hannah."
"Vous êtes américaine?
"Oui."

Then he begins to speak rapidly, in French, to me. I have no idea what he is saying. I begin to laugh.

"Je ne comprends pas."

Then I awoke....

night 9 (nov 19-20)

Dream 1:

I had been asking this boy to go out on a date. I asked him several times, but each time he came up with an excuse to not go. Eventually, I got frustrated and just stopped asking.

I woke up one morning to find he had written me a long message at the end of which he asked me to meet him. Of course, I said yes.

We meet, and he says that the most recent time I asked him to hang out with me, he tried to go, but couldn't get into the location. Then he explains to me why he was so afraid. His mother passed away when he was young and he was in a family of all brothers. He had dated girls before, but always they had left him for someone else. He was afraid of getting hurt. So he would rather hurt someone else. I told him I would never hurt him.

We then attempt to go on a series of dates. Each one kept getting cut short or interrupted by something we couldn't control.

We were about to have a conversation when I woke up.

Dream 2:

this one i remember in pieces so here are some notes:

- driving to a water-park with random people from high school
- trying to pick up my best friend's mother from an airport
- my best friend happened to be wearing a wedding dress
- my best friend explaining she now has a 22 inch waist
- her mother saying in her day 20 was the ideal.

night 8 (oct 17-18)

i was walking with with a friend into a gymnasium. there were two rows of people, maybe like 40 long in front of a stage. in the middle, another friend had saved me a seat. i sat next to her.

two guys from mtv's show the buried life were speaking. ben and duncan, i think. well, ben had the mic and was speaking, and the other was just standing next to him. there were right in front of where i was sitting, and my eyes kept going back and forth between them, as if if i wasn't looking at one of them, something major would happen.

duncan motions for me to walk over to the stage. i look around to see if he meant someone else, but he points at me.

i walk over to the stage and he hops down from it. i was a little tense since i had no idea what was going on. he pulled me in, and set his arms on my shoulders and i put my hands on his sides.

he tells me that he thinks i should stop waking up so early, because my life doesn't happen when i'm not there, so i should stop feeling like i'm going to miss something. he said something else, but i can't remember. i was crying and he just hugged me.

then i was leading people into a bookstore, because i was helping the buried life guys do something. we get into the bookstore and i go to someone to see if they will call their names over the loudspeaker. it turned into chaos and this girl named samantha wieners tried to help me. then i go to the back of the store to a seating area and there is this guy that i know. he is sitting there with someone who is supposed to be his wife and two children. (not his real family at all) his wife looks like she could be 12 while his children have tags on them that say 5 and 2. i stare at his wife wondering how she could have possibly given birth that young.

then i woke up and was very confused.

night 7 (sept 20-21)

i was in the racquetball room at radnor. there were lots of people there and we were playing battleball, like we usually did.

then all of a sudden the entirety of radnor was there and we were having a party and eating cake.

it was kind of weird.

night 6 (september 9-10)

i was an older woman (i think courtney cox-arquette, randomly.) i was fed up with my life, probably because i was past a certain age and not married.

so i took part of this dating experiment. you showed up at this room, and instead of seeing someone and talking to them, you were blind-folded and you simply danced with them. no words were exchanged and you had to stay for the whole song. at the end of the song, you could choose to keep dancing with them or move on.

i participated in this for a long time, as in over many months. my outside life was changing, in various positive ways. eventually, i was at the date/dance thing and began dancing with this guy. we kept dancing, and it felt right. at the end of the night, we kissed. then came the montage of many months following - more dancing, more kissing, dates, etc. it stopped on a scene of the two of us discussing our upcoming marriage and thus, how we met.

he said something like, the first time we danced wasn't the first time we met. i was struck with a feeling of horror, like he was about to tell me he had been stalking me. instead he said something like before i began to do the dance dates, i had been really rude to him on a street. he remembered when he saw my face, but decided not to say anything so he wouldn't ruin what was going to happen.

i remember feeling upset that i had been so awful to the man i love.

then i woke up.

moral: love is blind and you don't know where you'll find it.

night 5 (aug 27-28)

i was in some sort of gentleman's smoking room. the kind filled with stuffy old white guys in the society where money buys everything.

my mother (not my real mother), was trying to get someone to help her get into this exclusive country club. she was also kind of drunk.

the person said they would help and he proceeds to somehow, get us in.

then i'm laying next to the pool with my drunken mother, old grandmother, and my best friend.

my grandmother was asleep, my mother (still drunk) was chatting up some boy. then this spanish looking boy goes up to my best friend to start flirting with her. he gives me a strange look, almost filled with hate, and i became furious. i stood up and started yelling, telling him that my best friend and i had this friendship where we approved each others' boyfriends/dates. and i did not approve of him.

he stood up and began to yell at me, but then my best friend stood up, and shoved him in the pool.

we looked at each other, thinking my mother would get angry at us for making a scene, but we looked at her and she, from her drunken haze, had passed out.

then i woke up.

night 4 (aug 17-18)

this dream was a few nights ago. my computer charger was broken so it was hard for me to post it.
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i was with this guy i used to like. i hadn't seen him in a while. but he was flirting with me and acting like we had never been apart.

i looked at my left hand and he had carved into it the words "i like y" like he had started to put you, but then didn't finish. i looked at his face and he smiled.

then i woke up.

i think there were other bits, but that is what stuck with me.